Somehow she had got the better of him, he could not have told how.

He was conscious of having intended honestly.

This cold parting was worse than the most violent of quarrels.
Simon Grampierre was waiting on a point of his land that commanded a view up and down river.

Here he had set up a lookout bench like that at the fort.

At sight of Ambrose he shouted from a full breast and hastened down to the waterside.